Venus Envy

by Jennifer White

 

"Mom, he did it again!" I complained. I was like *so* mad. My bratty little brother never listened to me. He was always going into my room, touching my things, and ruining my clothes.

"Why do you say that Heather?" she asked. "Maybe your sister Hannah did it."

"No mom. Look! First of all, my panties are all stretched out. And secondly, they've got that hard dried spot on them again. Unless Hannah is a boy, and she got too excited being in my panties, I don't think it was her. It was my stupid brother again, and you've got to stop him!"

"Now Heather, remember, it's hard for Bobby. He's growing up in a house with three women, and he is the only male. He is at an age where he is exploring, and he's just growing as a person."

"No he's not! He's perverted, getting into my clothes like this. It's *so* not fair! How can you let him get away with this? You never do anything to punish him!"

"Heather, remember what we talked about last time? Your brother feels very jealous of you and your sister. You two get good grades, and he is just a C student. You two are popular in school, and he is a bit of a loner. You do so well at everything, and he feels inadequate, because he can't keep up with you."

"I know" I said glumly, with my head down.

"I mean, he's been on the football team for two years, and he has never started. You and your sister try out for swimming, and you're on the varsity team right away. He dropped out of his Tai Chi class, because he couldn't keep up, while you two shine as stars in your ballet class. He is envious of you. That's all. You should be flattered that he's doing this."

"I don't feel 'flattered'!" I said. "I want it to stop! I think he's been wearing one of my bras too. When is it going to end, when we come home and he's wearing my prom dress? Do you realize what the kids at school would do to him if he got caught?"

At that moment, Hannah walked into the room with us. She was mad, her hands on her hips.

"Heather, why did you take my pink lipgloss?" she said.

"I didn't take it. Duh! I don't wear pink on my lips" I replied.

"Well if you didn't then who did? And what about my white skirt? The seam is ripped. I suppose you didn't borrow that either?"

"Mom!" I said. "See, I told you."

"I guess you're right" she said with a sigh.

"Right about what?" said Hannah.

"Well dear" said mom, "your sister has caught Bobby dressing up in girl's clothes a couple of times. We think that he is the one who took your lipgloss, and who might have ripped your skirt."

"Bobby? No way!"

"Way" I said. "He just ruined a pair of my panties."

"I thought you had been borrowing some of my clothes, and putting them back in the wrong spot" said Hannah. "I bet it was *him*. I'm going to kill him!"

"Now girls, settle down" said mom. "Nobody is going to kill your little brother. What we are going to do, is to teach him a lesson, and make sure that he never takes your things again."

"And just how are we going to do that?" asked Hannah.

"We are going to turn him into a girl."

 

I looked at Hannah, and then I smiled. We could dress him up all the way, torture him, and make him never want to wear in our things again. Now *this* was going to be fun.

Mom sat us down, and went through her plan. We would wait until Friday, after school, when he got home from football.

 

* * *

 

When Bobby got home, Hannah, mom, and I were all sitting on the couch, watching Mona Lisa Smile.

"Bobby, we're watching a good chick flick" said mom. "Why don't you come sit on the couch with us, and watch?"

"No way" he said.

"You'll learn a lot about girls..." she said in a leading voice.

"Forget it" he said.

I put the DVD on pause. Hannah put down the bowl of popcorn. We all stood up, and walked over to him.

"It's all right dear" said mom. "We all know about you. We know how jealous you are of your sisters, and how you want to be like them."

"I don't want to be like them!" he protested.

"Then why do you wear my clothes?" I asked. "Don't pretend you don't do it."

"And you wear mine too" said Hannah. "And my makeup."

"And that's just what we know for sure" said Mom. "I always wondered where my copies of Cosmo and Glamour goes when I'm done with it. It seems to disappear for a while, then it turns up mysteriously. They wouldn't be in your room would there? You read them to learn about being a girl, don't you?"

"No!" he said.

"Then lets take a look" said mom, grabbing him by the wrist. We walked into his room, where we had conducted a careful search while he was at football. Under the mattress, we found Cosmo, Glamour, and a copy of playboy. In the back of his closet, we found a brown paper bag containing panties, one of mom's bras, and a pair of my nylons that had gone missing.

In his desk drawer, Hannah found her pink lipgloss, along with several other little things that had gone missing from our rooms. There was too much evidence. He couldn't deny it now. He stood there shaking and crying.

"I'm sorry" he said. "I won't do it again. Please don't tell punish me!"

"We're not here to punish you dear" said mom.

"We're here to help you" I said.

"Help me?" he said, sniffling.

"It's okay to show us who you really are" said mom.

"As far as we're concerned" said Hannah, "you aren't a boy. You're a girl."

"You're our sister" I said. "We look at you as a girl now. A girl who needs our help to learn how to dress, how to wear her makeup, and how to act properly."

"But dear, we have a problem. You're a girl now, but you've got a boy's name. Tell me dear, when you're dressed up in pretty things, what name do you use for yourself? Or do we need to pick one for you?"

"I...I'm Brenda" he said, his voice shaking in disbelief. It just didn't seem possible to him, that we were offering to *help* him, and to make him become a girl. You should have seen the look in his eyes!

"Did you hear that girls? Your sister's name is Brenda."

"Hey sis" I said.

"You can have my old clothes Brenda" said Hannah. "I've got some that are too small for me now, but they'd be perfect for you, since you're my little sister."

"Now young lady, I don't ever want to see you again going around dressed up like you're a boy. I will not tolerate that behavior from my daughter! I didn't raise you to be a slob. You are going to be a proper young lady, and you are going to dress as one. Do you understand me Brenda?"

"Yes mother" he said, his voice a whisper.

"We will help you dress up in something nice" said mom.

"But you've really got to shave your legs first" said Hannah.

"Yeah. I'm not going to pretend I know you, if you go around with fur on your legs like that! You'll look stupid in a dress if you don't shave your legs."

"Heather, be easy on your sister. She just isn't as good as you and Hannah at looking pretty yet. But we'll help her."

She turned to Bobby now.

"Now young lady, go take a bath, shave your legs, and come back in here. I'll bring you some undies to put on when you're done in the tub. Now get going!"

Bobby scooted off, still in shock about what was going on. I turned to Hannah and smiled. Our fun was just about to begin.

 

* * *

 

When Bobby came back into Hannah's room, he looked so silly. He was wearing a pair of panties, a bra, and a pair of falsies that mom had in her dresser. They added one size to your boobs, to make them look bigger. He didn't have *any* boobs, but her inserts filled up his bra a little at least.

He was also wearing a pair of white tights, but you could tell he wasn't a chick, because he had a bulge in his pants. But we ignored it, like mom said to. We were supposed to treat 'her' as if she really was our sister, but she had never learned how to be a girl. This was going to be so fun!

First, we had to dress 'Brenda' up. First, Hannah had a crinoline which we gave him to put on. It would make his skirt puff out, and it would help hide the bulge in his panties. Then we chose a lacy white blouse for him, with long sleeves, frilly cuffs, and a strip of lace going down the front. It was very girly looking.

Then we got out a pink skirt, which went over the crinoline, poofing out in all directions. With the white tights visible below the hem line, he looked just darling.

Next, we put on a pair of black shoes, with pointy toes, and just a little bit of heel. Mom wouldn't let me wear high heels shoes, which was *so* unfair. She said that when I was 18, I could pick out whatever shoes I wanted to buy, but as long as *she* was buying them, I was stuck with her choices. All my friends got to wear heels sometimes, but not me.

I was going to be an old maid, because no boys would ever like me, being so plain and not allowed to dress like the other girls in school did! Mom thought it was still the 1950s or something, and we weren't allowed to wear anything that exposed our midriffs either. Or low rider jeans. Or short skirts. Or anything the other girls wore. Totally unfair.

So we had all these old-fashioned clothes, which did a good job of covering up Bobby, and hiding the fact that he was a boy. But we were just getting started.

Mom had bought a wig for him, and I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head as she put the curly blonde locks on him. Then Hannah and I started with the makeup. This was going to be a lot of fun!

"Now girls, make sure you explain what you're doing, because Brenda is going to have to learn to put her makeup on for herself."

"Yeah, sure" said Hannah.

"We'll start with some foundation" I said. "This is to make your skin tone look more even, and make you look radiant."

I put some in the center of each cheek, and spread it outwards. I told him to make sure to go easy on foundation, because if you use too much and hide your skin completely, it doesn't look natural.

"Now your 'T-zone' is a little shiny" said Hannah.

"What's my T-zone?" he asked.

"Across your forehead here, and down to your nose. Like the letter T."

"It *is* a little oily and shiny, so we'll use some powder."

I put it on him, then blended it out with a puff. Now his skin looked soft and smooth, without any oily patches.

"I think we should put some blush on him now" said Hannah.

"Just what I was thinking" I replied.

"What's blush?" said Bobby.

"It adds color to make your cheeks look like they're glowing, and to give you more definition and dimension to your cheekbones. But don't overdo this either, or you'll look like a floozy."

I used a light pink color for his skin tone, and I used the blush brush to sweep it across his cheekbones, to give him just a hint of color. I made sure to keep it very sheer. Hannah explained to him what I was doing.

"If you want more intense color, you can use a cream blush" I said, as I worked on him with the brush. "But if you use that, then wait until afterwards to put on your powder. It doesn't work so well if you have powder on your skin already."

After some consulting, Hannah and I decided to go with a shimmer for his lips. She did this one, while I watched. She had a cool frosted pink shimmer, but we had both learned the hard way that it didn't stay on very well. So first we applied a matte, as a base. Then we put on the shimmer, which give his lips a really cool frosted look.

Now it was time for his eyes. Hannah put a burgundy color on the eyelids, with a lighter coral color on the brow bone. Then she put eyeliner on, using a pencil. She used a pink color to make his eyes look wider.

"How about a brow pencil?" I asked.

"Great idea sis!" she said.

She used it to enhance the look of his eyebrows. Then it was a bit of mascara, a few little touchups here, and there, and finally a good application of perfume. Now Bobby was in full makeup for the first time, and his face looked a lot prettier! He wasn't as pretty as Hannah or myself. Not to be egotistical, but we were chicks, and he was a boy. What we did really helped him, but he had a male face, and was weren't magicians.

 

We painted his nails hot pink next, and then we took out all of our old jewelry we didn't wear anymore, and put it on him. I had a couple of pairs of clip on earrings, which I wore before mom let me get my ears pierced. Of course, she wouldn't let me get a stud in my tongue or anything cool like that. And no tattoos. And only one piercing in my ears. What did she live in, the stone age?

So anyway, the more we did to Bobby, the more he really did start to look like Brenda. We chatted with him, as if he was our sister, and he was really into it. He was having a ball, pretending to be a girl. We kept telling him how pretty he was, and how he didn't need to be jealous anymore, because he was one of *us* now.

"How does it feel to be a girl now?" I asked.

"You are pretty Brenda. Just look at yourself in the mirror. Look how feminine you are. You really *are* a girl now."

"You're one of *us*. You are our sister."

I didn't know if he was going to laugh or cry. If he really did want to be a girl, this was as close as he could be.

"Mom, come see Brenda! We're done with her!" I yelled.

Mom came into the room, with the phone at her ear. She held up her hand to signal us to be quiet.

"Coach Wilson?" she said. "Yes. This is Bobby's mother. I just wanted to let you know that he has decided that he won't be playing football anymore."

She paused, listening.

"No, he's not a sissy quitter. He just isn't cut out for football anymore. Good luck with the rest of your season. Okay, I'll tell him. Thank you coach Wilson."

 

"What was that?" I asked.

"Your sister can't play football anymore" she said, "because it is a sport for boys. If she wants to participate in the game, she can try out for the cheerleading squad."

"You'd look really cute in those little skirts and the tight sweaters" I said.

"She doesn't have big enough boobs to make the team" said Hannah.

"Now Hannah, your sister is younger than you. Her boobs will fill in when they are ready. It's not nice to make fun of her, just because her chest is smaller than yours."

"I'm sorry sis" she said.

"I can teach you an exercise that we use, to help make our chests grow" I said.

"We must increase our busts" said mom, and we all laughed, except for Bobby, who looked kind of lost and out of it, not knowing the ancient female ritual.

"Now lets have a look at your Brenda" said mom.

Bobby spun around, and showed off how pretty he looked.

"Look how pretty you are!" said mom. "I am *so* proud of you! My pretty little girl looks all grown up. She's becoming a young woman."

The words were music to his ears, I think. All his life, he heard her praise us girls, while he was the one in trouble. Now she was proud of *him*, because he was a girl too. He loved it. He was having the time of his life. It was his fantasy, apparently, to have been born a girl. And we were only glad to help 'her'. But the look on his face when mom called the football coach also made it clear that he hadn't thought it through. My guess was that he liked to dress up, and it turned him on, but he wasn't prepared to go all the way with it. And that was what we were going to push for. We had all weekend.

 

Now that Bobby had become Brenda, we went back out, started the DVD at the beginning, and watched it with 'her'. We followed it up by watching Mean Girls, which was a real riot. I hoped that 'she' was paying attention, and starting to learn some things she would need to know, now that she was living in our world.

It was getting late, and it was time for bed. Mom gave 'Brenda' an old baby doll nightie which had belonged to me. I hated it, and almost never wore it, so it was like new. 'She' put it on, and went to bed. I could hear mom kissing 'her' good night. Hannah and I giggled. This was *so* fun!

 

* * *

 

The next morning, we helped Brenda get dressed up in another pretty outfit. This time, we used the same crinoline, but we went with a powder blue dress, with white trim. I hated it because I felt like mom was trying to make me look like a little girl when I wore it, instead of making me look like the sexy young woman I was. I swear, she was so frumpy!

We did up Brenda's makeup again, and now it was time to see what we were going to start with, to push 'her' to the next level.

 

"What do you have planned for today Brenda?" asked mom.

"Um, I was going to go over to Jimmy's house to hang out."

"No you are not!" said mom. "You are too young of a girl to be 'hanging out' as you call it, with boys! Girls your age should play with other girls."

Now she turned to us.

"And what are you doing today?"

"We have ballet this afternoon" I said.

"Why doesn't Brenda come too? She'd make a pretty ballerina."

"I don't know..." said Bobby, contemplating for the first time the scary thought of going outside the house dressed as he was. I loved how the eyes bugged out of his head as he thought of that.

"Oh come on!" I said, as I extended my arms over my head, and showed off a few moves. "It's lots of fun. You get to wear really a cute little outfit, you learn how to be graceful, and glide."

"We could use another pretty girl for the recital" said Hannah. "Come on Brenda! We want you to be a ballerina too. Just like us."

"Mom?" said Bobby, sounding scared.

"I think that would be a wonderful idea girls! We'll get Brenda into tights, a pink tutu, and send her off to ballet class with you. Just think, all *three* of my little girls are ballerinas now."

 

It was starting to work. Bobby was beginning to realize that if he was to start living a girl's life, then things would be a *lot* different for him. I don't think he was prepared to go out in public dressed up as a girl, or to let everyone know that he was secretly a girl. He wanted to do it in his bedroom, but we were going to show him that it was going to become his life, if he didn't stop right then and there.

 

"Grab your purses, girls" said mom. "We're going to the salon."

"What for?" said Bobby, with a slight quiver in his voice.

"We're going to get our hair done, but yours is so darling Brenda, that you can just watch and learn. And then we'll all get manicures and pedicures. I think I'll have them give you acrylic nail extensions, so that yours look nice and long, like Heather's nails."

We all piled into the car, and Bobby's eyes were like a baby dear's or something. He was clearly frightened to be going out of the house as a girl for the first time.

"Don't be scared" whispered Hannah. "You're a girl now, remember? This is you now, and this is *normal* for you. From now on, you're *always* going to go out of the house wearing pretty clothes, makeup, and all the other fun stuff."

"Yeah sis" I added. "Don't be scared. You're too old of a girl to be scared."

"Maybe we'll meet some cute boys today" said Hannah.

It was the first time we had brought up the topic with Bobby. Now he was a girl, and girls liked boys. So if he was to be like this, we would make it clear that we expected him to date a boy. Now he was *really* scared.

He observed as we had our hair done. I got highlights, we all had our hair styled, and then we went for our nails. It is so much fun to pick out a color, and to have someone else (who knows what she is doing!) to fix up your nails professionally. It was a first for Bobby of course, and the extensions, giving him nails as long as mine, really seemed to intimidate him too. I didn't think it was fair. Mom never let *me* get extensions, and I had to work so hard to keep my nails nice, and let them grow out as long as they were.

 

Now all pretty, we walked out into the mall. When we walked by the jewelry store, I nudged mom.

"Earrings" I whispered.

She nodded in reply.

"Come on Brenda. You're old enough now, and we're going to get your ears pierced."

"Pierced?" said Bobby.

"Come on sis" said Hannah. "All the girls our age have their ears pierced. You don't want to be the odd girl out, do you?"

He was realizing that this was a *permanent* thing, and that it would always be there. He hesitated before going into the store. Mom helped him pick out a pair of diamond studs, and we all watched as they put new holes into his ears, and put the earrings in.

"Can I get my tongue pierced?" I said.

"No, you may not" said mom.

"But Amy Felder has hers pierced. A lot of the girls do."

"When you are old enough to move out on your own, you can punch as many holes in your body as you would like. But as long as you live with me, you live by *my* rules. And that goes for *all* of my daughters."

"Awww..." I said, disappointed. Maybe one day she might give in and let me do it. I have to keep trying!

 

Now we went to a department store, and found girls underwear.

"It is gross for you to wear *my* panties" I said.

"She's right" said mom. "You need panties of your own. And a few bras."

Hannah leaned over closer, and spoke quietly into Bobby's ear.

"You'll always be wearing bras from now on, and panties too. I'm glad you like them so much, because you'll never be without them again, now that you're our sister."

Mom also bought a couple of outfits for Bobby, and this time I was glad that she picked out her usual things, as if he was a baby doll to dress up. It might have been fun to see him in a skimpy outfit with a bare midriff, but he couldn't quite pull off that look. *I* could, but mom would never let me dress like that. Humph!

 

When we got back home, mom announced that we had a project to do.

"Your sister Brenda's room is quite a fright! It looks like a boy's room, and this will not do for one of my daughters. Tonight, I want you two to help your sister, and fix things up for her. Make it look like a girl lives in there."

"Sure mom" I replied. "We'd be glad to help out our sister."

 

We got to work, taking down the posters of chicks in hot pants, NASCAR racers, and junk like that. I had an old poster of Antonio Bandaras, without a shirt on, which I didn't hang in my room anymore. We put that one up, moved in some of our old dolls and teddy bears, put lace doilies on top of the tables, cleared out the toy trains, and replaced them with toys more suited for a girl.

We replaced his lamp with one that had a frilly shade, we changed his sheets from his dark blue ones to an old set of our pink ones. I had an old bed-skirt which we put on, frilly shams for the pillows, and all sorts of little touches.

On the dresser, we found an old lighted makeup mirror, and set up a supply of cosmetics for him. We dug out old clothes we didn't like to wear anymore, and we set them up in his closet. Now he had a nice collection of girly things to wear.

Mom inspected the room when we were done, and she gave it her approval.

"There Brenda, isn't that better? A girl deserves a girlish room."

 

We were all tired, and it had been a long day. We still had all day tomorrow, and I think that Bobby was starting to realize that we were going to push things a lot further than he had ever dreamed of.

 

* * *

 

On Sunday morning, we made 'Brenda' put on 'her' own clothes and makeup. She did a lousy job on her face, and we laughed.

"Now girls, your sister is just learning about makeup. But she will get lots of practice, because she will be putting it on every day from now on. Why don't you do it again for her. And Brenda, make sure you pay attention this time. What and learn from what your sisters do."

We made him pretty again, this time going with some deeper reds, so he could see how he looked with starker cheekbones. We also did his eyes in blue this time, and went for a lush crimson color on the lips, with lipgloss after outlining his lips with a pencil.

We also put a pink bow in his hair, which was really cute. Now he was ready for the day's activities. Mom came in and gushed about how pretty he was.

"I am going to have to call the school first thing tomorrow" she said, "and tell them that I no longer have a son. I'll tell them that you are a girl now, and you will be attending class that way from now on."

"I can't go to class like this!" he protested.

Mom ignored him, and told him to sit down with us at the dining room table. There, she pulled out a copy of playboy.

"I found this in your closet once, remember?" she said.

"Yes" replied Bobby, with his head down.

"You don't need to feel ashamed. You were just curious about girls, and that is very natural. You wanted to see what you'd look like when you grew up to be a woman, and so you needed a picture."

Even under all his makeup, you could see he was blushing. He was squirming in his seat, as mom opened up to the centerfold, which she spread out in front of him.

"Now I want you to take a good look at this" said mom. "This is what you are going to become."

"That's what girls grow up to be" I said helpfully.

"See her big boobs? You'll be like that soon" added Hannah.

"Yeah. You'll start filling out your bra, and you'll be just like her. And just like us. You're a girl now, and girls grow boobs."

"And Brenda, do you see here between her legs how she looks? I know your body isn't like that, because of your birth defect. But tomorrow after school, we will go to see a doctor, who specializes in things like this. He will remove that ugly growth from you, and when he's done, you'll look just like her. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Bobby was silent now, and it looked like he was trembling.

"Now your body also has a defect, not having ovaries. So we will also get you started on female hormones. You'll start taking them tomorrow, and your transformation will begin. They will make your boobs grow. They will help you to get curves. They will help transform you into a woman."

"I read" I said, "that female sex hormones are the things that alter our minds, and program us to like boys."

"That's right" said mom. "As your sister Brenda takes hormones, her mind will be reprogrammed inside, and soon she'll be as boy crazy as your and Hannah."

"Isn't that cool!" said Hannah. "You can have a boyfriend, and we can double date together."

"Yeah" I added. "My friend Jimmy has a brother just your age. I bet he'd love to go out with you. You want a boyfriend, don't you Brenda?"

"Because that's what girls do" said Hannah. "They date boys."

"I'm so glad you're my sister" I said. "We can do so much together now! You'll be a pretty ballerina, you'll date boys, you'll have nice boobs so you can wear my old bras once I outgrow them."

"You can baby-sit with me, and learn how to raise children, so that when you get older and marry a man of your own, you can learn how to be a mommy."

"I am so glad that you're a girl" I said, giving Bobby a hug.

"Me too" said Hannah, also hugging him.

"I am just *so* proud of you" said mom. "My little girl."

 

Bobby got up and ran to his room, slamming the door. We all giggled. We had finally gotten to him. He was realizing that if he kept this up, he'd get his boy-parts clipped off, he'd grow boobs, he'd start dating boys, he was out of football, and into ballet dancing in a tutu instead. His life, all the things he loved doing, would all be gone. Instead, he would have to do *girl* things.

We had him now. We waited for him to come out of his room, dressed up as a boy again. It was time for one last little thing. We talked in front of his door, loud enough for him to hear us.

 

"Are you *really* going to call the school and tell them that Bobby is a girl now?" I asked. "Are you really going to tell them he has become Brenda?"

"It is up to Brenda to decide" said mom. "She is in her room right now, and we're waiting for her to come out, so we can go to a movie. If Bobby comes out of the room, we'll go see an action movie, and pretend that this weekend never happened."

 

There was no reply.

"And if Brenda comes out of the room, we'll go see a romantic comedy, and I *will* call the school and the doctor. She will be Brenda, for the rest of her life. And you two will *always* treat her as a girl. In fact, if she comes out of her room, then the name Bobby is never to be mentioned again. As far as you are concerned you never had a brother. She has always been Brenda, she has always been your sister. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother" we both said in unison, which caused us to break out in a fit of giggles.

We heard footsteps, and then the door to Bobby's room started to open. We all held our breath, to see what he would emerge as.

"Hannah, for school tomorrow, can I borrow your green plaid skirt? It's so cool, and I've always wanted to wear one like that."

"Sure, sis" she said.

I looked helplessly at mom. We were supposed to have scared Bobby back into being a boy. But here he was, still dressed up as Brenda.

"Don't look at me like that" he said to me. "I *am* a girl now. I'm your sister. I am just like you. I can't wait until we see the doctor, so I can get rid of this stupid thing between my legs, and I can be just like you."

"Now Bobby..." started mom.

"It's Brenda!" he replied, defiantly. "I am a girl, and I have always been a girl on the inside. It just took this weekend for me to really understand it. I was always so envious of Hannah and Heather, but now I know it was because I was supposed to have been born a girl too. And now we can fix that. Call the doctor. I want to see her today."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. Call her."

"All right" said mom, smiling. "I am *so* glad you decided to become a girl. As a boy, you were somewhat of a sissy, and I always suspected that you wished you were a girl. Now we all know, and we can fix that."

"What will dad think?" I asked.

We only say him twice a year, since he left mom for his secretary at work.

"Oh, I'll be sure to send him pictures, and let him know that his little boy is now a girl. I love you, my babies. My three girls."

We had a group hug, and for the first time, it felt like we were all closer together than ever. We were all girls now, and there was no longer a boy in the family. We accepted Brenda right then and there for who she was, even before her surgery, even before she started on hormones.

 

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I love Thanksgiving, because I get to come home from college and see my family. Mom is making a big dinner tonight, and we're all excited. I'm dating a guy, but he lives across the country, so he didn't come with me from school. Maybe next year. Hannah has a steady guy, and he is coming over after the football game on TV.

Mom is in the kitchen, getting everything ready, with help from Brenda, who is looking really pretty these days. She no longer needs falsies, since her real boobs started to grow. Now she fills out her bra, and it looks like she'll have as big of boobs as I have, or Hannah. She's dating a guy, and he is supposed to come over for dinner as well. Now all we need to do is to fix up mom, but she is still bitter about dad.

Dad wasn't happy at all when he heard that his only son was now a girl. He was so mean to Brenda, that she swore she'd never speak to him again. But that kind of drew us girls even closer together as a family. We are all so happy now, especially Brenda.

 

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